Each random passerby lives a life as vivid and complex as your own — populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness. Countless epic stories in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
Adapted from “The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows”, John Koenig
I went all out on this. Took me several weeks, on and off.